"When do you intend to resign?" demanded prescott coolly
"Re——-" gasped Haynes "Resign? I?"
Then you imagine that I am going to quit, or that you're going to force me to do so? retorted Prescott. "Haynes, even up to this hour I have hesitated to believe the half evidence of my own eyes. I have tried to convince myself that no man who wears the honored gray of West Point could do such a dastardly piece of work. And you have as good as admitted it to me."
"Well," sneered the turnback, what do you think you're going to do about it?"
"If I knew," glared Dick, "I wouldn't tell you until the time came."
"It will never come," laughed Haynes harshly. "That is, your time of triumph over me will never come. What else may happen it is yet a little too early to say."
Cadet Prescott felt all the cold rage that was possible to him surging up inside.
"Haynes," he went on, "it may seem odd of me to ask a favor from you."
"Very odd, indeed!" sneered the turnback.
"It is a very slight favor," continued Prescott, "and it is this: Don't at any time venture to address me, except upon official business."